Sing a song of sixpence...

Jun 28, 2007 04:29

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye.
The birds are in the nests and I wish so were I.
I don't know why I'm conscious, I'm wobbly and more,
I think there's a good chance I'll wind up face-down on the floor!It is four-thirty in the morning. I have already been awake for an hour, and at work for forty-five minutes. I do not consider this ( Read more... )

sleep, social life, work, commute

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notalwaysweak June 28 2007, 12:17:02 UTC
I send continuing good vibes your way, hoping your back gets better soon.

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Dancing in Berkley zencuppa June 28 2007, 12:55:59 UTC
Hi Seanan,

On a totally unrelated note, I'll be staying in Berkley with Joey, starting the Tuesday before Conchord . . .

I'd love to take you up on your invite to have dinner with you and Kate, before Contra dance Wednesday night. (I assume) Joey is coming too, but I don't know if we can get (i.e. nudge, drag, etc.) him to dance.

Andrea

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erinwrites June 28 2007, 13:02:10 UTC
Sorry about both the pain and the insane-earliness. Ick!

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celticdragonfly June 28 2007, 16:02:24 UTC
Something about the phrase 'now you will SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZOD' just makes me want to giggle.

But I will hope very hard that you do not suffer it.

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